When Doves Cry
09-01-2014, 09:20 PM
She would not be greeted with aggression, but rather affection. Fangs would tug at her scruff in an unexpected fashion. A lust growl would vibrate in her throat as she lashed to the side so that her fangs could nip at her golden throat. So Taurigs toy had a dark side. Lips remained curled in a vicious smile as she watched the golden temptress grab a hold of the mans leg. He begged for death, just as they all did. His pleas fed her high. "We have plans for you my lovely." She would coo to the man a he cried out in agony. Squeals would glee would have her turning to the watch the woman, amusement dancing across her features. This was either her first time or she hadn't done this in awhile. Taurig didn't strike her as the man to entertain such activities. "Don't me this is your first time?" Her crown would tip to the side, a brow lifting. The woman would step on his leg, his cries echoing in her skull as he struggled to escape their wrath. Her hungry growl would bring her attention back to the golden woman. Sultry words made demands of the Queen, pulling a chuckle from her throat? "As you wish, little dove." Her coral gaze would turn in favor of the man. "What to do with you?" Her words were soft, as if she spoke to a lover. Jaws would unhinge, saliva dripping from her jaws. Her crown would lower, gently taking his paw in her mouth. She would roll her tongue against the appendage before snapping her jaws shut. Bones would crunch between her fangs, a scream filling her ears. She would grind her teeth together, tearing away skin and muscle before dropping the appendage. She would step away, peering down at him. "Run little bird, run." She would hiss at him, lips curling back to flash daggers at him. He wouldn't get very far, two dislocated limbs and a shattered paw, he'd be lucky if he even got up. Turning her attentions to the golden woman, she would press against her side, showering her neck and throat in rough nips. Following each nip was a lash of her tongue, soothing her skin. Audits would tip towards the man, listening to him struggle away as she dotted on her newfound toy. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE |